Stitch 'n Bitch

This morning's spin class started off pretty normally, until I hear the clucking of hens in the back. I turn my head to the right and realize the entire back row of spin bikes is occupied by older women. Normally in The Old Guys class there are two women who bike and talk through class, but today word had gotten out. It was like something out of The First Wives Club - the entire 45 minutes they talk loudly (to be heard over Boston of course) and cackle, and I'm quite convinced they are plotting to kill their husbands. 

When the chatter gets to the point of obnoxious, part of me thinks I am going to look over there and see this:

I do find the ladies quite amusing though and I hope when I'm their age I have a bunch of broads I can go spin with too.

Until Tomorrow,

J